Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Technova,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.